Advāita

Kafka stood, and stood, and stood by the shore

The girl lifted the helm of her azure dress. 

But she didn't bother to look twice

Rather, she didn't bother to look at all

Certain things get repressed beyond doubt. 

Certain feelings linger

And others, at the mercy

Of that, which is all pervasive - like Brida's quartz and jade. 

You waited because you wanted to

I walked off, we weren't bound. 

Your life would walk off. 

Leaving behind a cancer, in your soul. 

The first creation - the very being;

The chalice, holding enigma. 

Why won't your thoughts be as transparent as all our event horizons? 

Why would Adam be sucked into those same whirlpools again and again? 

All for the fact that he lost his compass? 

I'll wait. Let Adam mend his compass.